Gulp…
Ye Chen couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "This… this is supposed to be a cup?"
"You brat, you never went to school, huh? Can't even tell a cup from a bowl?" Elder Pang smacked the back of Ye Chen's head, grinning as he said, "You're the one who said you'd punish yourself with three drinks!"
"You bunch of old drunks actually drink with cups this big?!" Ye Chen was torn between laughing and crying. This was way too much. With a cup this size, one down the hatch and a person would be wobbling already.
"Sit!" Elder Pang called out. Everyone sat down in unison. This time, Ye Chen was seated between Chairman Liu and Elder Pang. Needless to say, these two old guys must really be able to hold their liquor, or they wouldn't have dragged him into the middle. He figured sooner or later these two were going to pour it down his throat like crazy. Just thinking about it, Ye Chen couldn't help silently wailing in misery.
